Silent Crown

Chapter 345 Besiege

Boom! Booms sounded constantly as the sword advanced. The levels of transparent shields seemed to be breaking apart under the anti-tune. Every boom created tidal waves in the aether sea.

Standing in the center of the tides, Ye Qingxuan felt his body shaking. It was suffocating.

Something flashed past Colt's eyes. He stepped forward.

The blade entered the door. The underground palace shuddered abruptly as rumbles continued sounding. Brilliant light shone from the door. Countless precise yet wild music notes were overlapping with one another, forming intervals and music theories. They formed an ivy-like formation, snaking across the door. They covered every inch.

As the anti-tune entered, a circuit was cut apart, creating a scalp-numbing shriek. This was the melody of the interpretation completely turning the music theory and notes around. This was fatal poison to Hades' Door!

The protection on the door instantly fell apart. Wild waves of aether shot out. The underground palace shook with a giant boom. Countless sounds crashed and converged, pouring out under the pushing of the immense air pressure. Finally, a tsunami-like 'wave' erupted out of the mine and into the sky. The chilling sound was like the earth cracking apart.

The grandmasters in the sky looked down in unison. Realization flashed past their eyes when they saw the mine. It had finally begun.

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Deep inside the underground palace, Ye Qingxuan, Colt, and Torre had all stepped forward the moment the roaring began. They forcefully pushed back the suffocating aether tide. Pressing against the door, they connected with the complex and vast music theory. Connection was completed. The interpretation would begin now!

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At the same time, all musicians waited and looked in all directions. The sound of a rushing river had appeared out of nowhere. It echoed throughout the grave palace like a flood. The guarded musicians looked around but could not find any changes. Until something sticky fell onto someone's face.

"Rain?" Someone touched his face. Seeing the sticky mud, he was stunned. He looked up and saw that mud was pouring endlessly from the crevices of the stone ceiling.

"The ground!" someone yelled. "The ground too!"

As mud seeped from the ground, a crack appeared in the wall. A beastly head floated out. It opened its mouth and mud shot out like a tide.

"Wh-what is this?" Inside the crowd, Miller looked at the mud that was now over his feet. It felt wrong but could not pinpoint why. He could see that it was not poisonous or anything special. It was just…mud.

"Are the Romulusians trying to drown us in mud?" Someone laughed involuntarily but was quickly cut off.

Sam raised his hand. The Copper Mountain roared and Foehn wind heaved. A heat wave spread instantly, practically igniting everyone's hair. Screams sounded throughout the crowd.

"Sam, are you crazy?!"

The next moment, the boiled mud dried and evaporated. Faint shadows left the mud. Roaring angrily, they dissipated with the water vapor. However, even more shadows rose up from the mud. One, two, four, eight… The mud fell off, revealing the metallic porcelain-like texture of the burly bodies, as well as large shields, heavy spears, and lances. They were the clay warriors that everyone had struggled against!

As they started climbing up, everyone was stunned. They now stared at the mud in terror. This was not mud anymore. This was the raw material for making the clay puppets! In other words, they could make a limitless clay puppet army if they wanted!

The musicians struggled to keep them back. Puppets rose from the mud and fell apart back into the mud. Finally, the first ten-man group stood together with the second ten-man group. The musicians' pressure doubled!

When the first hundred-man group was formed, the musicians started truly struggling. This was the protective alchemy array that had been hidden since the construction of the underground palace. It represented the peak of Romulus' artistic technology. Clay warriors could be created at any time, any place. This kind of protection was comparable to the secret defense of larger schools. Faced with these guys that would continue to multiply and be born as long as the underground palace existed, the easiest solution would be to destroy the palace but…who would do that?! And who could actually do that?

The musicians' attacks slowed but the clay puppets did not! In the blink of an eye, the battalion had become four-hundred-men strong. They advanced forward, tossing the exploding lances and spears without caring about expenses, forcing the musicians back.

However, the scariest was that musician assassins were hidden within them. They would jump out from the mud without the musicians realizing. They moved like ghosts and caused bloodshed with a mere jump.

Glen had used his Modifications formulas to move freely within the formation. However, he was hit by a hidden assassin and almost died. Drenched in cold sweat, he retreated back to the shield in cold sweat. His armor was practically covered in cleaved traces.

Thankfully, many smaller groups worked together well. They went into coherence and performed symphonies to block the clay puppets. Otherwise, the musicians would be forced to fend for themselves.

On the battlefield, small enemies were was easy to pick off as small morsels of desserts. Faced with these extremely powerful enemies, everyone used all their strength to maintain the completion of the shield ring.

Many musicians with fast reaction speed had started to attack the root of the problem by getting rid of the mud under their feet. However, the supply of mud was limitless. Even if they used all their tricks, they still could not clean a large enough area.

As a choir musician, Miller walked around the circle, singing hymns and healing the gravely wounded musicians. He supported the musicians. In a large-scale battle, a choir musician was like an angel. However, he was spread too thin as well. If he let his guard down for a moment, he would be beheaded by an assassin from the sky. Right now, enemies could attack from everywhere and anywhere. If not for Baro's Sycle, he would probably be headless by now.

"Where's your giant worm? Your snake of the atrium?" Miller shook Baro. "Get rid of the mud!"

Baro practically spat out blood. "I have limited chances! Even if I'm the future inheritor, I can't keep dragging them out of the aether world. If they get pissed and slap their tails out of the aether world, we'll all die!"

"Then what do we do?"

Miller suddenly discovered that the defense ring had contracted. They had been in the safe zone but now they were left behind. Within the moment of inattentiveness, they were discovered by the clay warriors. Countless spears and swords were about to come for their blood… Sam, the best fighter, was far away and could not come help.

Miller's expression grew bitter. He really regretted choosing 'physical resistance' as his specialization. The only thing he could do was make diseases and viruses. He was powerless against clay and wooden statues.

"Do you have any solution?" He looked at Baro with teary eyes. "Anything that can save us."

Being looked at like that, Baro gritted his teeth in determination. "That's what you said so don't regret it!" As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled out a really weird chant consumable. It was a white dress embroidered with roses using silver thread. It looked extremely elegant and luxurious. It even had a faint fragrance. However, it just felt wrong in Baro's hands. He was like a pervert who had stolen a dress at night and was planning on doing something weird to it.

Sensing everyone's gazes, he forced his tears back. This was a strange Summoning score from a lost school that he had found in an exploration years ago. It did not require much energy but had explosive power which suited this situation. Baro had sworn to never touch this again after using it once because it was so embarrassing. But now…

He could not keep this hidden anymore. Surviving was more important than keeping his dignity.

Under the ethereal and graceful melody, the white dress suddenly floated up. The spirit born from the music score had emerged, transforming into a beautiful girl. From her side profile, one could see her skin as white as snow, hair as black as coal, and lips as red as blood. She was beautiful and her voice was otherworldly. With a tinge of sweetness, she was pure as a fairy. Countless musicians were attracted by the song. They turned to look and practically drooled.

Under those enthusiastic gazes, the girl slowly turned around, revealing her sexy beard, straight and big nose, and a giant mouth. In the halo of spirituality, even the knife scar looked charming. Her eyes were flirty and she was ugly to the point that it was impressive.

It was Baro's own face!